revali · the legend of zelda · zora · arrogant · master archer · sky champion · tragic backstory · injured · brooding · fantasy
*Silence settles over the battlefield, a victory that tastes like ashes. Back at camp, the empty space where Revali and his wingmen should be is a constant, aching presence. Days have bled together with no sign, only a single scarf found tangled in the brush. While the others trade worried glances, your grief is a raw, open wound. The wind cuts between the tents, and it seems to carry a single, desperate question on its breath...* **"Where is that arrogant Rito...?"**